*Loses at teh interweb*
I have fallen victim to dial-up. It's looking, realistically, like it's going to be another day and a half until I can watch "The Return Part 2".
As a result, I have an unofficial personal reprieve. Go Me. I think there's going to end up being two versions of "Glimpses" (Version 1 - Return 1 compatable. Version 2 - Version 1 with adjustments to allow it to work with Return 2). Should be fun!
*Eyes computer with trepidation* Now I just have to get it, you know, written. I'm thinking I might revert to my original theory and do a collection of POV bits around a thousand words per character instead of an interwoven narrative of the 3rd person narrative sort. Don't know.
In other news, managed to wrench my knee yesterday dragging a stray kitten (all of 3 months old) out of the abandoned car on the lot next to the farm. On the plus side - Dynamite (I'll try to get pictures in the near future) is adorable, and will hopefully turn out to be a very fine mouser (we've had rodent issues). On the minus side - I wrenched my bad (left) knee, and spent 3 hours out in 40 degree weather w/ less clothing than I should have been wearing.
Oh, and mom now has a Comic-Con membership. I am deeply amused by the fannish-ness of my mother*.
*This is the woman who, upon my referencing the debate over Lorne's name, goes "isn't it obvious that it's Nick? Everyone knows that. Who in their right mind would name him Evan?"and thinks SGA is the best thing since sliced bread (and keeps trying to pimp one of her coworkers into it). I'm suddenly rather glad that I tend to write in PG-13, as I made the mistake of reading her one of my fics when it was in-progress because I wanted input and she was all "I want to know how it ends!" for a week (I read aloud on the 1.5 hour drive to the farm when we go). That was the Michael fic.
Now, she's declared that since her secretary scheduled her off for Boxing Day as well as Christmas (she's Baha'i and doesn't really care either way, but the vacation is nice) that we're going to marathon the entire first three seasons of SGA (everything we can pull) in 2 days.
(She's also the woman who raised me on The Lensman, Retief, Eric Frank Russell, etc, and finally bought a color TV because of Star Trek: The Next Generation)
It is possible that I never had a prayer, when it comes to genetic geekiness.
I have fallen victim to dial-up. It's looking, realistically, like it's going to be another day and a half until I can watch "The Return Part 2".
As a result, I have an unofficial personal reprieve. Go Me. I think there's going to end up being two versions of "Glimpses" (Version 1 - Return 1 compatable. Version 2 - Version 1 with adjustments to allow it to work with Return 2). Should be fun!
*Eyes computer with trepidation* Now I just have to get it, you know, written. I'm thinking I might revert to my original theory and do a collection of POV bits around a thousand words per character instead of an interwoven narrative of the 3rd person narrative sort. Don't know.
In other news, managed to wrench my knee yesterday dragging a stray kitten (all of 3 months old) out of the abandoned car on the lot next to the farm. On the plus side - Dynamite (I'll try to get pictures in the near future) is adorable, and will hopefully turn out to be a very fine mouser (we've had rodent issues). On the minus side - I wrenched my bad (left) knee, and spent 3 hours out in 40 degree weather w/ less clothing than I should have been wearing.
Oh, and mom now has a Comic-Con membership. I am deeply amused by the fannish-ness of my mother*.
*This is the woman who, upon my referencing the debate over Lorne's name, goes "isn't it obvious that it's Nick? Everyone knows that. Who in their right mind would name him Evan?"and thinks SGA is the best thing since sliced bread (and keeps trying to pimp one of her coworkers into it). I'm suddenly rather glad that I tend to write in PG-13, as I made the mistake of reading her one of my fics when it was in-progress because I wanted input and she was all "I want to know how it ends!" for a week (I read aloud on the 1.5 hour drive to the farm when we go). That was the Michael fic.
Now, she's declared that since her secretary scheduled her off for Boxing Day as well as Christmas (she's Baha'i and doesn't really care either way, but the vacation is nice) that we're going to marathon the entire first three seasons of SGA (everything we can pull) in 2 days.
(She's also the woman who raised me on The Lensman, Retief, Eric Frank Russell, etc, and finally bought a color TV because of Star Trek: The Next Generation)
It is possible that I never had a prayer, when it comes to genetic geekiness.
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